Pirate Codex

"what"

Arthur, who was searching for enemies in the village, suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

This is Paul's voice

Listening to the sorrow and hysteria in the voice, Arthur quickly set off without hesitation.

At this moment, several figures who heard the roar, whether they were enemies or friends, were quickly gathering.

The sand and dust were flying. Arthur held his sword and looked around carefully while galloping quickly on the road.

This direction happens to be the direction of Paul's home.

Could it be that something happened to Uncle George and the others?

I hope not

Arthur pursed his lips, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the speed of his feet increased again.

Uncle George was a very nice man, and he was also very kind to Paul. He often distributed the meat from hunting to himself and others.

Moreover, his family members are also very good, and he loves and dotes on his youngest son Paul the most.

if

Arthur shook his head, not daring to imagine any more.

The two were not far apart, and it didn't take long for Arthur to arrive at the gate of Paul's house.

"what"

Paul's grief-stricken screams continued. Arthur stepped into the door and was about to follow the sound to look for Paul when a sound came from behind him.

"Oops~"

"There's another little boy here."

A nauseating artificial voice sounded behind him. Arthur turned around expressionlessly and saw the figure standing in the middle of the alley.

This is a pirate who is neither tall nor short. His hair is as messy as a bird's nest and his skin is a little dark yellow. He is holding a long sword and looking at himself with a face full of teasing.

Arthur was too lazy to speak, but silently glanced at the gun on his waist, pulled out his long sword, stood behind the door, and looked at the other person warily through the cover of the wall.

Paul's shouting continued without interruption, indicating that there was no danger for the time being and there was no need to rush in.

Of the eleven pirates, he has already killed two, and there are still nine left. I don’t know what happened to the others, but the one in front of me needs to be solved as soon as possible.

The pirate just held his sword and approached slowly, seemingly without any intention of drawing out his gun.

"Little boy, I just met a little fat man. Are you all in the same group?" The pirate approached with a smile and stepped forward with his sword.

Is the little fat guy Kevin?

"What did you do to him?" Arthur frowned, a little worried.

"Oh him." The pirate looked at the worried young man behind the door, with a hint of success in his mouth.

"I got him"

Before he finished speaking, the pirate who had already approached Arthur rushed forward, rushed into the door, raised his sword and struck hard at Arthur.

"Boom"

Arthur quickly parried with his sword, glanced boringly at his lips, and looked at the other party coldly: "Only fools will fall for this kind of trick."

Then, regardless of his furious expression, he swung the sword away with all his strength, held the sword forward with both hands, and stabbed him in the heart.

Hearing only a bang, the pirate jumped back, covering his heart with lingering fear, breaking into a cold sweat and looking at Arthur with a shocked face.

If he hadn't worn the goggles on his chest, he would have been a corpse. This child

so strong

His moves are so fast, and he is stronger than me. I am no match. The pirate quickly concluded, took a step back, wanted to distance himself, and drew his gun to shoot.

Tsk, a heart goggle?

Arthur curled his lips, but kept moving, keeping up with his footsteps. Such a close distance naturally gave him no chance to draw his gun. Then he raised his hands and swung his sword horizontally at the pirate.

The pirate was no longer careless and blocked with his sword. When the two were in a stalemate with their swords, Arthur raised his right leg again and slammed his right knee into the pirate's crotch.

This time there was no longer a protective mirror. The pirate was hit miserably, his eyes widened. The huge pain made him unable to maintain the strength to hold the sword. The long sword was gently lifted by Arthur and fell to the ground.

Arthur put the sword on his neck and asked warmly: "What did you do to him?"

The pirate's body hurt, and his neck fell into the hands of someone else. He could only show a pitiful expression and said with a sneer: "No, no, he ran away. I'm not familiar with the terrain here, so I can't catch up with him."

After explaining the problem, the pirate rubbed his hands, squinted his face and was about to beg for mercy. However, Arthur moved faster, and with a slight turn of his hand, he had already solved the pirate.

"hohohoho"

Seeing the pirate's body falling to the ground, clutching his throat, Arthur smiled gently with cold eyes: "That's good."

The long sword was sheathed. Arthur cautiously went out and looked around. After confirming that no one was around, he returned to squat down next to the pirate's body and took off the gun from his waist.

This is a flintlock gun that uses flint ignition as the firing device to ignite gunpowder. Its shooting process is not complicated, and it also has a good firing rate and shooting accuracy. The most important thing is that it is low cost and convenient. Mass production.

Of course, Arthur, who had never been in contact with it in his previous life or this life, naturally did not understand this. He just pretended to look through it a few times, then hung it on his waist and turned around to look for Paul.

As for the issues related to guns, I will naturally leave them to learn when I have the opportunity in the future.

Passing through the messy house, Arthur went straight to the backyard.

In the afternoon, the autumn wind was blowing. In the small courtyard, there was a well, a blood-stained fruit tree with red apples hanging on it, two corpses lying in a pool of blood, and the entrance to the cellar with a big black mouth.

Listening to Paul's shouts turning from loud to hoarse, and looking at this scene, Arthur hesitated with some sadness.

The voice and smile that could still be seen two days ago have now turned into a cold and stiff blue-white face swallowed by blood.

A trace of sympathy and sorrow emerged from the bottom of his heart. Arthur knew that this was the resonance from little Arthur's bloody memory.

Standing at the entrance of the cellar, Arthur walked into the cellar with a slight sigh.

"Paul, is that you?"

"I'm Arthur, I'm coming down."

Arthur bowed down and carefully walked into the cellar. Halfway through, darkness came over him. Arthur stopped. After his eyes slightly adapted to the darkness, he lowered his head and looked down.

In a blur of darkness, Paul was naked from the waist up, squatting in front of a naked corpse covered in sackcloth, sobbing sobbingly.

This is Paul's mother

Arthur recognized the deceased, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes. He did not speak, but walked forward silently, took off the linen clothes from his upper body, draped it on the remaining exposed parts of the body, and then took Paul, who was sobbing with red eyes, into his arms. , pat its back gently.

"Arthur, can you, can you?" Paul turned his head, still sobbing, his eyes red from crying were full of despair, but there was also a trace of expectation.

Arthur sighed softly in his heart, but still smiled and said: "No problem, I'll give it a try."

Then he stretched out his right finger and silently guided the healing spell in his mind.

Dots of warm white light diffused from Arthur, and the white light danced and fluttered, illuminating the dark and bleak cellar of despair.